CARPET BURNS TIMES FIVE

Faint smell,
lingering on my fingers
is a constant reminder
of
those flawless hugs,
tongue-tied sentences
and
over-exposed film
that you used
on me
the night before.
It was black-cat-dark
and so softly purring
when
I came
(to you),
like a moon-child chasing paper
as I tried to stay
untraced
under your skin,
leaving you guilt and memory free
of us,
except I failed
and left
long black hair
scattered on your floor
while
every single carpet burn
now
means
that you cannot forget me.

Try?

– Chatty Owl –

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39 thoughts on “CARPET BURNS TIMES FIVE

  1. J.R.Taylor says:

    This is beautiful, Chatty! So vividly conveyed in simple but heartbreakingly emotionally drenched words. Your work always inspire me!

    • Chatty Owl says:

      Thats what i always long to hear – others being inspired.. Thanks! And it means a lot to me to see you in my playground πŸ˜‰

    • J.R.Taylor says:

      And I thank you for the insperment (see now I’m making up words)! Plus, I love being in your playground! Your poems are darkly tantalizing and utterly robust with emotion everything I love in poetry!

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